“Paavo had hurriedly put together another meeting with Len Ferguson and his attorney. “The D.A. is through dealing.”“No good, Inspector.” Ferguson’s attorney began stuffing papers back into his briefcase to leave. “You’re wasting our time.”“The only way I can do anything for you,” Paavo said, addressing the prisoner directly, “is if I can show that all of this wasn’t your idea, but that you were only working for someone else. Cooperate with me on this, and everything will go easier on you.”“My c...lient has nothing more to say at this time.” The attorney stood. “Come back to me when you can deal. It’ll be worthwhile, believe me.”“Mr. Ferguson?” Paavo didn’t avert his gaze.Ferguson looked ready to speak when the attorney stopped him. “I . . . I’ll have to think about it,” Ferguson mumbled.Paavo knew he had to get out of the interview room fast before he reached across the table and throttled Ferguson or his pigheaded attorney to force cooperation.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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